TillySketch

"Sylus-" Zayne whimpered. He was desperate and lightheaded. Sylus, feeling Zayne's grip grow slack on his waist, released his neck from his maw with a huff.

"Zayne…" Sylus panted in the crook of his neck. Blood flowed freely from the bruised bite, staining the bedsheets beneath Zayne's shoulder. Fine silk be damned, he needed more of Sylus. The way his weight pressed him into the mattress, the feeling of his cold skin pressed to his, the taste of his own coppery tang on Sylus' lips. "Turn over," Sylus growled.

With Zayne obediently on his stomach and his arms folded under his head, Sylus drank in the view of his long, toned back. Straddling his thighs, Sylus rested his cock between the curves of Zayne's ass, and slowly began to rock his hips; teasing himself and Zayne with just the idea of burying himself to the hilt. A muffled groan from the head of the bed where Zayne now gripped the bloodied sheets in his fist- he wanted it. How long had he waited to feel Sylus take him like this, how many times had he imagined crying out in utter bliss with Sylus right behind him? A steady drip of precum began to smear between Zayne's groin and the mattress.

"Fuck, Sylus- please." Desperation was a new look for Zayne. It was almost pathetic the way he arched his ass into the curve of Sylus' cock- eagerly begging for it.

"Is there something you want, doctor?" Sylus laughed, haughtily. "Is this why you brought me back? You needed someone to put you in your place?" He leaned forward, his mouth next to Zayne's ear. "You needed me to fuck you so badly, you brought me back from the grave, is that it?" Zayne didn't answer, but his ragged breathing gave him away. Fingers tangled in the hair at his scalp, Sylus tugged backwards on Zayne's hair, pulling his face up from the bed. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," Zayne admitted with a cry. "Yes, Sylus."